From "El otro" by Jorge Luis Borges. He's speaking with himself. It's full of typical porteño quirks, the fascination with arcane pieces of information, like his use of "recordarse", which seems to be "in his fashion" around the 70s, or the psychological-magical realism, or the apparent fact that he's still living with his mother (Maipú 996 6° B, in the corner of Marcelo T. de Alvear -formerly Charcas- was his address. When I was a teen, I saw him a couple of times taking a walk by that area -one of them I almost bump into him while turning a corner in those 4-feet wide sidewalks downtown-)

__________________Lo propio de la verdad es que se basta a sí misma, aquel que la posee no intenta convencer a nadie."An enemy is somebody who flatters you. A friend is somebody who criticizes the living daylights out of you."